All about Daddy...

For anyone who reads this blog you probably notice my husband Chris drives me pretty insane. I love him, don't get me wrong, but somedays I want to put his head in a blender (especially when it comes to politics and the company). With that said there is one area where this man of mine truly just outshines me and everyone I know and that is as a parent.

When we were dating he would ask me so how many kids do you want? I would reply back maybe one or two or a good cat. I would than ask him and he would seriously respond at least 5 or 6 but I'm game for like 10! He came from a family of nine (or as I affectionately refer to it as a herd of 9) and so he always figured he would one up his family. He is learning to slowly accept that our family of 3 kids is done but if I were to ever to change my mind he would be in.

So what made me change my mind about more than 1 or just the cat? Honestly it was all him. Chris is very loving and affectionate. He loves holding babies, playing with babies, etc. When Harmon was born he was the first to give bottles and change diapers (well before I ever gave one or changed one). Night duty he was all about letting me rest and he still is. He really wanted what was best and so he dragged me to breastfeeding classes, bought me a hospital grade pump, and help drip bottle over my breast to try and get Harmon to latch. When I went back to work he understood I was tired too and he always tried to be a co-parent in every way.

That is why I agreed to try for a second (and we ended up with the 2 for 1 deal). When the twins came he went into Super-Dad mode. I remember he would handle Harm's night terrors and the twins premie feedings (every 2 hrs) and still went to work at 7 every morning. He still sits on his big lazy boy feeding the twins their night sippies while Harmon sits at his feet. I laugh because some days when we are so busy and don't have quality time with the kids he says "I hope they wake me up so we can spend some quiet time together".

I truly love my husband more than I did when I married him. I see the love he has for my kids and I know anything for their happiness. Yes, I still want to kill him every now and again but I've learned I won't do it until the kids go away for college because Dad's like this are hard to find, and I need him!

On a funny note for Father's Day Chris didn't want me to cook. He loves my mother's cooking and especially her roast beef (I don't eat a lot of red meat) and that was what he wanted for his special Father's Day meal. So we went over there today and yes he got his beloved roast beef!